Second Industrial Revoltion

By: Khris Daniels

Working Condtions

Hello there journal it’s me, August. I guess it’s just another day of work for me. I don’t think I’ve slept in 9 hours. Sometimes I wish I lived somewhere else where I could just be a normal kid. Like the rich people who live up in the mansions. This whole waking up before dawn and then getting back home around 3 in the morning is terrible. I only end up getting a few hours of sleep than I go and do it all over again the next day. It’s just not a life I want to live anymore, but I know I have to do it to make my mother happy.

Lately I’ve been crying myself to sleep just thinking about my family, it makes me sad to see them upset but I know it’s something that I have to continue doing. All these cuts and bruises on my arm burn and sting because I once made the boss mad and he hit me with his whip. Rich people just seem to have it easier, they don't have to work they're the ones who force us to do it. But I guess that’s just the life I have to live for now. But I guess I'll talk to you again soon journal.
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Living conditions

Hey journal it’s August again. Life hasn’t been so well here for the past couple of days. Living in poverty is terrible after I work for 15 hours a day I have to come home to a house made of mud. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and I know times are ruff but it’s just not where I want to be living at. I heard about these one things called tenements, it’s basically like a bunch of rooms creating a house. I thought that maybe those would be better to live in other than having this one house and 8 people.

We barely have food, there is no electric and during the nights it gets really cold. I once woke up not being able to feel my legs because of how cold it was. We can’t light fires in our house to keep it warm because there is a chance it could burn down. I just wish I could be one of the rich people, they live in mansions. They never have to worry about how they’re going to eat dinner or how they’re going to keep warm. But I have hope that maybe things will get better, maybe this time it will change.

Leisure Activities

Hey there again Journal it’s August just wanted to write to you today about a few things. Well first off when I woke up this morning it was obviously Church day so that’s where we went. The preacher was going on and on about how you shouldn’t take things for granted and that everything happens for a reason. I’m starting to think he’s right. I know there isn’t much for me to do around here except go to Church or play with my friends but the rich people make me sick.

The rich people get to do fun and more exciting things than I can. They have all this money to blow and spend it on “stupid” stuff when all I do is sit here while my body eats at itself. I sometimes dream about being one of them, you know.? Just being able to have money and being able to spend it on anything I desired. I could go to Baseball games or just walk down the street and throw it in the air. But mainly all I think that I would do with that money is give it to my parents, they need it more than I do. Well I guess i'll just leave it at that journal, until next time my friend.
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Urban life

So let's just jump on into this shall we journal. I honestly can't stand living here sometimes, it’s terrible I’m always so cold. I don’t like the not having money and living in isolation. There is only one store here but it barely has anything, plus we don’t have any money to buy anything anyways. It just hurts not being able to provide for my family even though I work 20 hours a day 5 days a week.

The rich just have it so much better they get to live inside the city with multiple stores, there neighbors are either right next to them or a little bit away. It just doesn't seem fair most of the time but I guess that’s how life is. Maybe one day i’ll be able to become rich and live the luxury life. But I can only hope and dream about that. But I guess that’s all I have to say journal, until next time.
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Profile

So journal I guess this is my last entry for you I won’t have time to write anymore with all the work I’m doing. I now work 20 hours, I feel like I’m an adult which sucks because I’m only 11. I guess that’s just what happens when you live like this but i’ll be okay. I just want things to be okay for me and my family. I want to have food for days, a nice home, and a heat source. I don’t like coming home from work and seeing my mother upset or my brothers and sisters freezing.

The money I make is just barely enough to get anything. Most of the time they don’t even pay me the actual amount I’m supposed to get. Rich people just seem to have it easier than I do, but I guess that’s why they're rich. Just seems like the poor don’t have anything and no one seems to care, they have all this money yet won't spare a little bit to help out some children in need. If I were rich I would give my money to the people who truly needed it, because I know the struggles of not having anything. It’s terrible. But I have to go now journal, maybe we will be able to talk again soon.
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